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torusluvrr · 11 months

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Unrequited

Douma x fem!reader

Warnings: heavy angst, unrequited love, obsession, manipulation, slight gore, blood, betrayal

words: 1.7k

"Come in." He dryly says, waiting to hear another sob story to pity. A small pout was on his lips, his knuckles smushing his cheek while his elbow uncomfortably rested on a soft carmine colored pillow.

You enter the dim room, the lit candles tracing your facial features. He traced his eyes all over your body, observing you closely as you sat on your knees before having your forehead meet the carpet below. Rising up, he was caught off guard by the look on your face. And how red it was. He tapped his index finger on his cushions, ready to hear a rather much interesting story. "My Lord.. "

You avert your eyes to the side, cold sweat forming to where it felt uncomfortable to wear your kimono. "I have.. I have developed feelings for you. And obviously, I don't expect you to reciprocate these feelings. You have your own feelings to think about. Not mine." As if he has any.

This caught him even more off guard. "Well, " he paused, giving you a tight smile, "isn't that a surprise? Because.. " he clasped his hands together, pursuing his lips, "I also like you!" He tilts his head to the side, a closed-eyed innocent smile.

Your brows quirked up at this, shocked to hear his confession that shortly came after yours. A hopeful glint flashes in your eyes as you sign your nails into the skin of your palm.

"Really? Do you really mean it?"

He chuckles, your reflection in his kaleidoscopic eyes. "Of course I mean it, Y/n. Why wouldn't I?" His grin glimmers under the light, watching you breathe in a unsteady pace, hearing your heart drum vigorously.

He was swooned by her beauty, watching the small petite woman move with such elegancy, helping the rest of his followers clip their laundry to hang. The tip of his fingers softly graze over his cheeks. Is this what you call love?

She is so cute. He thought.

Ever since she joined to be a follower, he's been watching her every move, seeing her talk, eat, hand work. He admired her from afar, sighing happily as he watched her sleep in her slumber. He slightly jumped at the sound of your voice ringing in his ears. "Lord Douma? What are you doing?"

"Ah...! Y/n... What are you doing here?"

"I was just checking if anyone was out of bed. What are you doing out of bed, my Lord? Isn't that.. Shinobu's room?" You moved your head to the side to peek through the screen but he quickly blocked you by his tall stance. "Nope! I was also just checking to see if anyone was asleep. No problem," he quietly chirped, making you blink at him in surprise. You had never seen him get this nervous before, this made you nervous. You decided to back off for now, saying a small goodnight to him with you going back and heading to your room. Was something going on?

Douma laughs at Shinobu's reaction, a small vein appearing at her temple. "Lord Douma, I don't have time for this. This is my third time requesting you this, please move," Shinobu sighs irritated, trying to speed up her movements to get away from her Founder. Douma would only catch up to her, his legs sadly being longer. He stood close beside her that was way too close for her comfort, nearly knocking into the wall when she moves herself away. "Don't be like that, Shinobu! You'll make me sad," he coos, leaning down by her ear. Shinobu shudders, her face contorting in disgust. After that, they don't speak until they arrive to her room.

"Say, how about we have tea together tomorrow?" He chirps at her, a soft hue of pink painted across his cheeks. Shinobu only stares at him, mentally cringing like a paperball being crumpled up. "No, no thank you," she opens the screen door, only to be stopped by Douma who was giving her a stern stare. He still had his signature smile but something about his gaze was different to her. "Are you sure?" He leaned in close until their faces was only a few inches away from each other. And in response, Shinobu automatically backed away. "Yes, I'm sure."

Douma leans back, finally allowing her to enter her room. "Goodnight, Kocho!" He whispers into the door, only to be met with silence. You, who was only in the corner of the hallway, watched it all.

Your heart wrenched into sick twists and your stomach was spinning into an endless whirlpool. You scrunched your face up, shuddering all over. You watched as he walked away, feeling your heart melt from the acidic feeling from watching the scene. You couldn't do absolutely nothing about it but walk back to your room, not even able to cry because how it physically pained you to see your Founder and another woman huddled so close.

You were holding a basket, a few fruits and vegetables, retrieving supplies and food for the cult. This was your last chore to do, which you were glad for.

You turned your head when something in your peripheral vision caught your eye, tangerines and dragon fruit in a nearby stand. When you slow down, something knocks you off your feet, your basket falling with you. "Sorry."

You rub your butt groggily before picking up the fruits displayed on the ground. You grumbled to yourself before seeing hands that were larger than yours, veins decorating the back of their hand. The mysterious person picked the rest of the food up, putting them back in your basket. That was before he stood up, extending a hand to you. You stared up at him dumbfounded, studying his physical features. You took your hand into his large one, pulling yourself up. His hair reminded you about nights where no stars were apparent, his eyes cold and ocean-blue. "Who... who are you..?" You blink at him, still ogling the man.

He stared back, a stoic solemn-like expression on his face. "Giyuu Tomioka," he mutters, not even acknowledging the fact that you were still holding his hand and fucking him with your eyes. He didn't even bother to ask your name nor he was there for chitchat. "I'm Y/n..L/n.." For some odd reason, you could barely speak. In a thought hidden into the very back of your mind, you admitted that this man was slightly more attractive than your Founder. He suddenly averted his eyes, taking note of what clothes you were wearing. "Do you have any participation in a.. cult..?" He recalls thinking for a moment, recollecting the information Shinobu had gave him.

Your face lit up, becoming chirpy. "Of course! It's a cult where we have Eternal Paradise where we feel our happiest and at peace. Do you want to join? I'll send a word to my Founder," you gave him a soft smile, a soft pink displayed on your cheeks. Giyuu looked at you without a word before looking down; it seems he was thinking, you assume. "No thank you. Is there.. a member named 'Shinobu Kocho?'" Your smile nearly drops at the mention of her name before clutching onto the basket tighter. "Yes.. Are you familiar with her?"

"No... I just... Heard of a name is all," he responds bluntly before lightly bowing, walking away shortly after. You looked at his retreating figure with a confused face, furrowing your brows in confusion. You hum as you drown in your thoughts, continuing to shop for more food and supply.

You give your Founder a bright smile before sopping your tea. "Lord Douma! I've been thinking.. since a holiday is coming up.. other than doing what we normally do we could.." you pause, tilting your head at him. "Lord.. Douma? Are you listening?" You chuckle softly, that acidic feeling passing by your stomach again. Douma hums in response, reluctantly drawing his eyes back from what had his attention. "I'm sorry?" Douma gives you a sweet smile before placing his hand above yours.

"Ah... It's nothing," you mutter, giving him a reassuring lop-sided smile. Being quick to dismiss you, he only gives you a nod and turns his full attention into what had it before you interrupted. Anxiousness bite and chitter onto your bones like termites, slowly drawing your eyes into what he had his eyes at. You had the feeling of your stomach crumbling like dust, watching as Douma stared at Shinobu. She was doing her daily chores with a serious look on her face, a firm gesture to her movements; obviously, you could tell she knew he was staring. You couldn't tell if you felt bad for her, or wanted to be her.

Dread fills your limbs as you watch as who you once admired ate one of the cult member's limbs, on top of what you assumed to be bridges(?) and lotuses floating around in the water. A small sob escaped you, your vision becoming vivid and blurry. By hearing that sound coming from you, Douma immediately turns around to look at you. You looked at him horrified as you watched crimson liquid drip down from his chin and onto the patio, looking at you with an Innocent smile. You couldn't help but slightly waver for the man, your heart still holding a place for him. He suddenly appeared in front of you, sharp nails digging into your cheeks until your own blood was drawn.

"Such a shame," he coos, gliding his tongue across his teeth. Suddenly, you could barely breathe. Next thing you know it, you were coughing up blood when he punctured you in your stomach with his fan. You looked at him with regret, remorse, love, and betrayal. But you know deep down, you could never hate him. Not when he was there for you for your darkest moments, even when it was intimate.

But in his eyes, he held nothing, not even light. To you, he was everything; to him, you were no one but just one of his prey. Your attention on him was interrupted when suddenly you hear Shinobu's voice, turning your head. She wore a haori, a beautiful butterfly-like pattern. They shared a few words, not even able to comprehend what they were saying. You were losing consciousness, parts of your vision going black. You see Shinobu clenching her haori in her fist before looking at you with a sad pitiful look before scrunching up in anger.

You close your eyes, hearing your name pass above their conversation before loud clashing and next thing you know, you're in the water. Everything felt numb and dead to you. Douma who was the one keeping you alive was now the one who kept you dead.

woohoo! It's been awhile since I've posted but yk.... almost everyone does this, right?

All of the fanfics I've been working on are on hiatus until I start posting then again!!

I really like this one-shot thing so..

Yippee?

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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Nvm y'all, the oikawa fic is posted.

#anime #fanfic #fiction #fantasy #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #slow burn #royalty au #prince oikawa #assassin reader #romance

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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blue.

a/n: hihi please feel free to take some iwaizumi intermission while i finish my little oikawa trilogy :> written to Taeyeon – Blue.

content: angst | cheating

word count: 2.2k+

[ iwaizumi x reader ]

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You sat on the bottom step outside your back door, hunched over and cradling your hands around a mug of warm milk. The blanket over your shoulders was draped heavily around your body like the secure hug you needed right now. But it wasn’t the same as what you wanted.

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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Misfortune Intertwined (HIATUS)

-: ✧ :-゜・．＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊-: ✧ :-゜・．

Prince!Toru Oikawa x Assasin!fem!reader

Warnings: plotted murder, slight abuse, hint of s3xism, hitting, awkward talk, slight venting, somewhat poor advice, poor household

You wake up in your messy bed, hair strands sticking onto your face while the sour morning taste was in your mouth. You gently rubbed the eye crust off of your eyes, feeling the warmth of sunbeam on your face. Relishing a few seconds of laying there, you quickly get up after; unable to find the need to care to fix your bed.

You walk outside and grab your toothbrush before getting a bucket of water by the river. Using some paste that you stole, you gently brush your teeth, staring at your reflection that was in the bucket. You spit somewhere in the bushes before take a small sip of water and shaking it around in your mouth, spitting it out again.

After awhile of getting ready, you hear a knock at your door. Walking to it, you open it to see one of your co-workers standing there irritated. Hearing them clear their throat, they took out a neatly folded paper that was tucked in their vest.

"This is another assignment for you, Ms. L/n. We're sending you off to assassinate a prince named, 'Oikawa Toru-"

"A prince!?" You shriek, fingers wrapping around your hair as you pull. Your co-worker cleared his throat again, giving you a stern look before averting his eyes back onto the paper. "It may seem impossible or crazy but we think out of all of our employees, we think you can do it." The messenger scoffs before continuing, "you will be disguised and infiltrate as a knight. Don't be too suspicious. Especially when you're a woman joining in as a knight. Don't fail me."

Anxiety runs through your veins as the messenger flicks his blonde hair back. "You don't look like yer cut out for this, so I don't know why he picked you."

You shrugged not knowing the answer to why he picked you either. Your co-worker took out another piece of paper and handed it to you, a grumpy look on his face. Unfolding it, you see a map and the name of the kingdom your boss wanted you to get involved in. You sighed, watching your petty co-worker walk away before sliding the door shut. Although you were in high teer training at your job, you didn't have much money meaning your home wasn't exactly like what any type of home would look like.

Dressing into more formal clothes, a flared out long sleeved medieval shirt, and black pants made out of wool. You certainly didn't care at all if people gave you weird looks for wearing what a man would wear. There was even a woman you passed by cover their child like a shield. It honestly almost makes you laugh.

Being at a distance from the castle amazed you of how big it was. You imagined what it would be like if you got caught; it would absolutely be horrible for you. You assume this kingdom lives up in such high quality.

Walking up close to the gates, two guards with plate armor created an 'x' with their weapons, blocking your way. You don't avert your eyes to meet theirs, a forced and serious tone laced in with their voice.

"I'm gonna need you to step back, ma'am. What do you need?" The guard from the right asks, hearing metal slightly scrape against each other.

"I'm just here to infiltrate as a knight, that's all," you say calmly, a soft breeze blowing on your face. You hear a quiet snicker from the guard on your left, your eyes quickly snapping to meet his. "Is me entering perhaps funny to you?" He wuiets down when he feels the pressure of your gaze, his grip on his weapon getting tighter.

The guard on your right snickers, a small smirk plastering his face. "Let's see if you meet the qualifications-" next thing he knows is that he's on the ground, the sound of his weapon meeting the dirt echoing in his ears. You hear the other guard laugh, heaving over. "How's that for qualification?"

The guard under you lifts his helmet off, seeing a shocked expression. He had dark midnight hair and slight hollowed out cheek bones. Letting out a small sigh, you get up and hold out a hand. The guard takes it and almost trips over his own feet. "You're a strong lady. I'm Matsukawa Issei. And my friend over here is Hanamaki Takahiro."

You give him a small smile, slightly bowing. "It's nice to meet you, Matsukawa."

He gives you a grin before giving you a thumbs up; they both stand back in their positions, allowing you to enter. As the gates open, you are met with a sweet smell and a beautiful garden. You are in awe, watching a few butterflies roam the large area, seeing flowers organized by section. You're amazed. This really is high quality.

You walk up to one of the flowers, white colored roses. How beautiful. You never seen anything like it.

With hesitation, you hold it with a delicate touch as if it would fall apart any second.

"I'm the one who planted those, y'know."

You stiffen, your heart almost jumping out of your chest. Flaring your nostrils as you breathe out of your nose, you knit your eyebrows together. You turn around to meet the one who holds the voice, just to be met with a man with the beauty that was almost similar to a god. He held a charming smile on his face, wearing aristocratic clothing with no wrinkle or lint insight.

You found yourself being in awe at his looks but you quickly snapped out of it when you heard his laugh, how angelic it sounded. "It seems as if I captured your attention. Maybe the flowers aren't the only thing you enjoy looking at, no?" He jokes, hearing you scoff.

"I'm just here to.. Infiltrate as a knight."

"No problem, I'll tell my father there a new recruit joining the knights," he chirps, brushing back his golden brown colored hair. You take in his words for a moment before eyeing him, "who are you?"

The man chokes on his own spit, looking at you as if you were mad-man. "I'm- I'm the prince? I thought you knew that already," he trips over his words, his hands up in the air making small gestures. You mentally panick because of this; mentally calling your self slow repeatedly after not getting it, knowing there were so many clues and signs. You suddenly felt the need to bow, wanting to hide your embarrassment. You didn't even realize how your cheeks turned red.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-- I.." being at lost for words was hard, it made you feel awkward. Silence was followed after and it only made you feel even worse. And being a small talkative person, Oikawa didn't know what to say. After a minute passed by, his eyes lit up as if a light bulb appeared right on top of his head. "How about I make you.. My personal knight!" He squeals, a sweet grin on his face.

You were at lost for words, again. And for a moment, you thought that this could just be a way to get closer to him; it could be your chance to find an opening and kill him!

Except..

You honestly can't believe you have t O kill someone so beautiful.

Still, you can't let yourself be swooned over some stranger you just met, being attractive shouldn't fool you so easily.

"" let me show you the place, yeah? It's a big place though so I'd probably just have someone to send over to show the rest halfway, y'know?" He looks away, arms tucked behind his back as he moves his body around, trying to look innocent. You sigh at the prince, making your lips into a lopsided frown. "It's fine, I don't need a tour, I insist," you play it off, a twitching small smile forming on your face.

"Just show me a room I can sleep in," you look up at him, making him let out a loud sigh. "You aren't really the joker, are you?" You snicker, raising a brow at him. "I'm here to be your knight," you cross your arms, eyeing him up and down," not your jester."

"Quite the sassy one, hm? Come now, I'll give you a room close to mine," he stands beside you, placing his hand on your back and gently giving you a push. You side-eye him as he pushes you through the garden and into the castle with a smile.

"This will be your room," he says softly. You let out a loud sigh before turning to say 'thank you' but nothing comes out of your mouth, being met with an empty doorway. 'How odd,' you thought. You walk up to the door, closing to shut it before you hear a familiar voice. You leave a small crack, sticking your hear outside to hear better. You don't mean to eavesdrop but if it helps your job make it easier, you will gladly take that chance.

"Why do you disappoint me?" you hear a deeper and raspy voice say. Silence follows by before you hear a slap making you gasp softly. "Answer me, boy!"

"I'm... I'm sorry, father. I'll do better, I promise," you hear the prince plead, the small desperation you hear just by listening to his voice. "How can you be so certain when you can't do the simplest thing I tell you," the older man says coldly, what you assume is the king.

It gets quiet again after that, hearing a small huff before hearing echoing footsteps fade away. You held a solemn expression, opening the door and met with marble floor and light colored walls.

Stone pillars surround the place and you notice how the place looks dim, stepping out of the room and turning your head, you see the prince standing there with a grim look on his face with a red mark planted onto his cheek. "You..." you start out, unable to say any right words.

You stare at your feet before looking back up to him, fiddling with your shirt. "Are you okay?"

He gives you a soft smile, his hand reaching up to his cheek, rubbing it gently. "Yeah, I'm okay."

You purse your lips together, trying to make up a conversation. Sneaking a quick glance, you saw he was having a little trouble on starting a conversation. "I don't mean to be rude by being nosy but.."

"What was he talking about?"

He rubs his cheek again, a soft expression on his face. "He wanted me to learn sword fighting or whatsoever instead of bringing a girl to our home. He saw you," he chuckles softly, his hand sliding down from his cheek to his nape. "He's been trying to tell me I should be more 'Royal-like.'" He quotes with his fingers, letting out another chuckle. You only held a sad expression. Hearing him laugh it off made you feel even more bad for the situation he goes through.

"It's okay though," a small smile is plastered on his face and all you wanna do is wipe it off. What makes him think any of this is okay? Though, his smile made you melt because how sad it looked. So bittersweet. It left a sour taste in your mouth.

"It's not okay.." you pause for a moment, recalling back what his name was. "Oikawa? Is it?"

"You can just call me Toru," he sweetly says. "I'll just go with Oikawa. Don't get so comfortable here."

He let's out another one of his chuckles. When is he gonna stop laughing at the smallest things? If there was one thing you picked up on, it was that he chuckles a lot.

"Look, I know he's your father but.. What he's doing to you or what he's saying to you is not- it's not okay," you say with a frown displayed on your face, brows slightly furrowed. He gives you a look, sighing. "I'm fine. I promise."

"You can't be too sure when promising, Oikawa. Don't promise things you know you can't keep or.. Something like that," you pour out, not used to holding out much conversations. You never really had a friend, even with your co-workers, you weren't exactly friends with them either. All your life, you had to take care of your own self. The only thing you had as a parent was an old farmer. They died later on when you were five, you were only sruviving off their crops; doing what little stuff you learned.

Oikawa was the only person who spoke to you and it made you feel nervous.

"Should I say thank you?" He jokes, taking steps closer to you until he was a foot away. You never noticed how he towered over you, not even at the garden. Six foot or six foot one you presume?

"Look, I'm just stating what should be said. You're even too dumb enough not to even realize it." He audibly gasps, a hand pressing to his chest. You glanced up to his face and saw a dramatic offended expression. "Excuse me? And you're supposed to be my knight. I'm a prince too! I don't think you're supposed to be treating a prince this way," he huffs, pouting while turning to the side with his arms crossed. You scoff at his childish behavior while rolling your eyes, a smile making a way up to your face.

He took a peek at you and his expression softened just a moment. He turns his head to you, wonder sparking in his eyes. Letting his arms fall to his sides and his shoulders slump, he stared down at you like you were a lost creature.

"Who are you?" He tilts his head at you, a small smile on his face.

You pause for a moment before letting your smile grow.

"L/n Y/n, your knight at your service."

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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I wrote a whole ass thing I was gonna call a chapter but nvm bc y'all know how my phone is broken?

I accidentally sent the thing to the queue thing however u spell it and I can't go to it, meaning I have to basically rewrite the thing. I might as well give up

P. S it was a royalty au with oikawa + slow burn

I hate my fingers

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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The Proposal (Oikawa Toōru)

PAIRING: gn!reader x Oikawa Tōru

WARNINGS: last dialogue is a little suggestive.

written for @taintedsorrcw’s too much to dream … ! collab :’) dearest milo I hope you enjoy this 💕 thank you so much for letting me join!

The first thing you hear when you walk into your shared apartment is the muffled voice of your boyfriend, and your first guess is that he’s on the phone with someone. You take your time to take your shoes off and place them neatly by the door, shrugging off your jacket and hanging it before taking a couple steps forward to walk further into the apartment. You hope your slowness will give him enough time to wrap things up with whoever’s on the other side of the line, but if anything, he starts talking even more. Your brows pull together in a soft, confused frown as you tilt your head slightly.

“Hello,” he says. After giving a frustrated sigh, he clears his throat and tries again. “Hello. Love of my life, light of my eyes. I look at you and it feels like my heart is about to burst out of my chest, but not in a bad way. I like it.”

Taking a couple steps, you pad toward the bedroom and stand just far enough so that you won’t interrupt anything, and almost smack yourself on the forehead when you realize what’s going on. He’s talking to himself in the mirror. Again.

You suppress a smile with pursed lips and swallow your laughter, extremely amused. Oikawa does give pretty entertaining speeches when he thinks no one’s listening, and you feel like having a good laugh. After taking a single step closer, you come to the conclusion that he’s not actually in the bathroom, but in the bedroom.

“God, he’s such an idiot,” you whisper to yourself, pressing your forehead against the wall beside you. If you gave exactly three steps forward, you’d be standing right at the door. Right in front of him.

“You are literally the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you absolutely own my heart,” he continues, and your eyebrows shoot up. You love how confident he usually is, but he’s never taken it this far. Is he professing his love to… himself? “Ah, no. Maybe that’s too much. Jesus, why is this so hard?”

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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This man is perfect, I love him<3

#i need him #mizuki #kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss #mizuki kamisama #anime #manga #manga cap #manga caps #i love mizuki #im obsessed #kamisama #mizuki deserves the world

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SeaSerpent!Hanamaki x Sailor!gn!reader

Genre: strangers to lovers(kinda), supernatural!au, past to time!skip

Warnings: angst(heavy?), drowning, d3ath, bittersweet, loneliness, fluff a lil

"You have a long shot, kid." Your mother stood before you, standing proudly on the wooden boat underneath a gray gloomy sky. Your mother wore a small tank-top shirt with dirty fabric pants, her skin covered in dirt and salt from the ocean.

You were standing there agaped, truly idolizing the woman. Your mother was the afraid of anything except for one. Sea serpents. She never showed fear but inside, she was horrified. She was also in fear of losing you, especially to a sea serpent. You knew her hatred towards sea serpents, so as you grew, so did your hatred for sea serpents. You turned seventeen on the day your mother died to sea serpents, you were never the same as you went into a depressing state. Your hatred for sea serpents was powerful, and as much as you wanted them to go to extinction, you couldn't hurt nature. Your mother loved nature, though your mother was as rebellious and as adventurous as she was, she was compassionate. Though she hated serpents, she couldn't stand hurting them or other creatures. And because of that, she died. And soon you learned to never hold back once you encounter a sea serpent. Hatred boiled in your veins, growing hotter by the second. You wish you saved your mother who also saved you.

Your mother gave you a cheeky grin, hugging you to her side, shaking you playfully. You remember her accent clear as old as day when she spoke each minute, like a beautiful siren singing in your ears.

" 'M so proud of ya. I'm thinkin' one day you get to be captain of this ship the day when ya turn eighteen. Ya came all this way. I couldn't be any more proud of ya than I was from all those times before. Maybe there'll be men in the way!" Your mom teased you, using her index finger, curving it towards you, pretending to be a pirate by closing one eye and using the other to peer at you. You laughed, blush filled your cheeks with happiness. "I was thinkin', I wanted to give this for ya birth-" Your mother's sentence was interrupted by few of the men in the crew shouting, it alerted you and your mother, making your mother look at you sternly. You gave her a worried look before she took off, seeing the comotion, yelling at crew members to raise the sail and to try to move away. Some men ignored her and panicked, trying to prepare the cannons. Your mother looked stressed for a second before calming herself, running her fingers through her scalp. She turned to you, eyes full of worry. She walked towards you hurriedly, putting her rough hands onto your shoulders.

"As you mother and the captain of this ship, you are my top priority. And as my top priority, I expect you to hide somewhere where it can't see you." You shook your head, confused and in denial. "What about you?..Aren't you.. Aren't you gonna come with me?" A soft roar was heard as she gave you a stern look. You looked at her as if she was lying but she wasn't. Tears brimmed your eyes as the sea monster below hit the ship, causing you to stumble as your mother held herself steady. She held you up right after, carrying you easily as she ignored you thrash and cry in her arms. She held you gently, placing you behind crates that were standing next to the mizzen mast. You cried out as she hesitantly left you alone, leaving you in a sobbing and screaming mess. It broke her heart painfully hearing your screams, but if there something that could harm you, she would do anything just to prevent that happening. By keeping you safe. A sea serpent arose from the water, screeching as the cannons blew at it, a low growl erupting from under the boat. You wanted to run out and cling to your mother but you were scared, you were terrified. Your mother tried moving the ship away but something held it back. Was there another sea serpent?

Nevermind that, you were too scared to even look at the sea serpent who was above the surface. So you cowed away, trying to make yourself small as much as you can. Cries were heard from you which alerted the serpent, it clawed the mizzen mast, breaking it as it moves the crates out of the way. It stares at you in hunger as you hugged yourself, standing up and trying to run away. You felt it's presence right next to you until you were pushed onto the wooden floor, giving you splinters, a small wound on your knees and arms. You immediately turned around as everything was in slow motion. Your mother had pushed you, pain and regret written across her expression.

You saw a brown necklace with a locket that flew out of your mother's hands as her body was engulfed by a large mouth. It clashed across the floor as you cried out in emotional pain. You quickly crawled across the floor, your aching bloody knees and palms scraping against the floor as you eagerly reach the locket quickly, pulling it from the ground and to your chest. You heaved as you held the locket to your chest tightly. Men shouted and cried, cannons being fired. A creak was slowly heard until you realized the boat was being tilted over, the serpent swallowed a few men whole while you fell into the water, holding onto the locket tightly as you tried reaching above the surface. In panick, you thrash and turn as you slowly began feeling weak, not being able to hold the air you contained. You stopped thrashing as bubbles escaped your mouth, slowly fading into the dark sea. You nearly closed your eyes until you saw a shadow loom over you. Feeling something wrap around you, you closed your eyes as you passed out. You felt your body move through the water, feeling your body touch the cold air. You coughed harshly, water escaping your mouth. You blinked a few times, your eyes bloodshot from the water. Your vision was hazy and you felt weak, you saw a pair of bright yellow eyes looking into yours as you reached your hand out to touch the creature that saved you. It flinched before hesitantly scattering away, back into the ocean. You sat up, wincing at your palms touching the wet wood under you, staring half-lidded into the ocean. Your eyes soon widened as you realized you didn't have the locket your mother dropped. You panicked as your eyes started getting watery, shivering and hiccuping. You cried as tears escaped your eyes.

The crew men shook in their rubber shoes as you glared at them. "I told you what to do, didn't I? Now why isn't it done?" The man in your doorway fiddled with his fingers nervously as he avoided your glare, "listen captain... I've- I've got it done, al- alright? But it's just that.."

You raised your brow in annoyance, pressing your fingertips against your temple, leaning onto your elbow. "We only had just... just one person.. to-"

"Seriously??!" You scowled as the two men behind him jumped at your yell, you sighed in annoyance before calmly talking. "Don't let this happen again when we're in a season to get new men in my ship. You had a job to do. You failed to do it, I expect to not let this happen again. You're dismissed." You heard the men scatter away from your doorway, murmuring.

"Don't be too harsh on our guys," the dark curly haired man chuckles, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. You sigh, a 'tired but willing to joke' smile appeared on your face. "Aren't you supposed to be out doing your thing? Keeping an eye out?"

You chuckle before your smile faded off, flipping through some papers. "It's not my fault they're so horrible at their job, y'know? Even I did better when I was seventeen. They had one simple thing to do. They're lucky I even let them stay on this ship instead of feeding them off to the monsters of the sea." He laughs, leaning off the door frame and walking towards you. He crosses his arms again and leans onto you, replacing the doorframe with you. "You're startin' to sound like a pirate there, cap."

You slowly turn your head at him, a deadpan expression on your face. You sigh, giving him a small smile before looking back to what you were looking at. "I advise you go back to your post, Matsukawa. You don't wanna become one of the guys now, do you?"

"That's my cue," he chuckles, acting nervous knowing you're just playing around. Before heading out of the room, he gives you a sympathetic smile before leaving. You study close onto the papers displayed on your desks, flipping through them before stopping on one.

It was an anatomy of a sea serpent, labeled aspects of the drawing. Your mother gave this to you when you were just a small child. Truth is, you never see sea serpents. Not after the incident. Suddenly, an image of your mom came up, and so did the image of her risking her life, just for you. Pursing your lips, you held your head in your hand.

Oh how you wish you could change things, if you had more time.

It wasn't until then you felt the ship shake and a few cries out. You immediately got up from your chair, a irritating screech coming from the chair before falling onto the floor. You rushed outside, seeing your men run around, readying the cannons. You run up to one of your men, your most trusted ones.

"Hajime! What-- what's going on?"

"A sea serpent is attacking!" He shouted through the yellings and screeching. A frightened expression was brought to your face when the information dawned on you, his hand landing on your shoulder. "It'll be okay, Y/n. We trust you." You look up at him, one of your men calling your name for the first time. And as in 'we', Matsukawa and Oikawa appeared behind him, a stern look on their faces, except Oikawa's seemed much nicer. "Thank you," you replied, fingers trembling.

"Move the ship away!" You shouted above your crew, a faint roar being heard, the boat rocking until it almost tilted. You were about to shout something when the boat's end began to rise, making you fall as well as your crew. Your back harshly hit the wooden wall, making your groan in pain. Some of your men even fell in the water, before the boat's end dropped, making you sigh in relief. It wasn't until the boat started to tilt sideways, your gaze immediately averting to your friends.

You see them reach out to you before everything felt wet, everything went silent, the bitter salty water engulfed you and entered your mouth. Forcing your eyes open, you see one of your friends Oikawa struggle, Matsukawa knocked out and fading into the darkness of the ocean, while Iwaizumi...

Iwaizumi was nowhere to be found.

A few bubbles escaped your mouth before everything became black.

You gasp, taking in the air as much as you can. Your body was cold. And the only thing that was keeping you warm was your tears that were streaming down. You lost everything. You mainly lost those who were close to you. Those who were important. Those who possibly accountable for how your heart aches for them. So much more.

You sat up, your body shivering in the cold. Staring at the sunset that barely gave you warmth, you closed your eyes, savoring the dreading moment.

You stayed like this until night, sleeping with no cushion, but on the bottom of your boat.

Your eyes went wide, getting up to your feet with such speed. You heard movement in the water, making you high on guard. You had no weapons, but fighting was worth the risk. Even if you could get killed in seconds. If it could being you with your friends, you wouldn't mind. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a pink hair man peek out from the water. One you never saw before so he definitely wasn't one of your crew. What was he doing out here? How can he even survive in water? Did he get into a ship wreck with a sea monster too?

"It's you."

Wonder was written on his pale and beautiful complexion, watching him eye you. You were confused because you don't even know this guy, not one bit. You felt cold until blood rises to your cheeks, feeling your face get hot. You quickly looked away from the man that clinbed on top of the boat before standing up, his figure taller than your form.

You stopped blushing when you saw a bronze colored locket shining under the moonlight. You turned your head to look at him in surprise, not acknowledging he's even naked anymore. He dropped the locket into your hands, a soft smile on his face. "I'm guessing that was yours."

"It.. It was. How'd you know?"

"I was there," he replies, a sorrowful smile appearing on his face. Before you were gonna speak, he hugs you which you go mad crazy at. You couldn't mutter out the words, not when the cold stopped you, making your bottom lip quiver every second. It was odd though. Because his body gave you warmth. You expected him to share the same coldness knowing he's been in the ocean. Blood rose to your cheeks knowing his bare body was touching your body, luckily you were covered.

Creating some distance between you two, you open the locket, seeing an imagine of your mother on one side and you on the other. You look up at him with tears in your eyes before looking down at it, a raspy chuckle coming out of you. "I'm not sure.. If I have hoppe. I lost.. Everything. Everyone."

"I know." He looks at you with sad eyes before cupping your face in his hands, a bittersweet smile. "Maybe.."

You look up into his eyes, listening to what he has to say.

"Maybe we would've had different lives if we lived in didn't have different worlds and it wasn't so tragic." He takes a few steps back, and you, yearning for warmth follows him until water envelops the both of you, watching him become into a sea serpent. And somehow, you didn't react. You just stared into his yellow eyes while he stared into yours.

He held you close to his body, a few bubbles escaping your mouth. A low growl was heard and you felt yourself starting to let go, your body slowly becoming limp and freely float in the water. He held your body with his until your body was fully embedded with the cold, hugging you tightly.

"In another life."

The serlents who attacked were not hanamaki, I'll let u in on a little secret.

You survived the incident because of him, and nearly after that he tried searching for you for ages. And when he found you, you were so ready to die so he simply gave you what you wanted and what he wanted. Was to be close to you.

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Might redo the douma fanfic tbh, it's NEEDS a redo.

I promise to update when I see a opportunity. <3

I would upload a photo but I'm telling you guys, my phone is broken.. !!

#fanfic #anime #fiction #demon slayer #douma #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #gyutaro #fantasy #break #phone broke #i love toru oikawa #update

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I'm sorry I haven't been posting, my phone broke and half of my screen doesn't work, I'm busy w/ stuff.

Im still obsessed with kny, I would post but yk, I'm just waiting to get my phone fixed

AND I JUST RWALIZED HOW TO POST STUFF SOOOOO I will try and post some stuff again to keep this acc back up

#im back #fanfic #anime #fiction #demon slayer #ao3 #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #break #posting #im so happy #alive #back to posting #gyutaro #douma #rengoku #haikyuu!!#etc

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His Little Lotus(DISCONTINUED)

Smut! Look at hashtags.

Chapter 7

You let his hands roam free on your body, sliding off your kimono over your shoulders. He dashed for your shoulder, kissing it gently. He moved up slowly, feeling his tongue slowly come by the second he went to your throat. He connected his lips with yours, feeling his tongue glide inside your mouth. It swirled and curled around yours, having saliva and spit mixed, tasting him as he kissed you gently. His gentleness only turned you on more, a shameful dread coming inside you knowing how your heat started to stain your slick in your underwear. He nibbled onto your collar bone, slowly but surely taking your kimono off of your upper body. Your breasts came into his view, Douma smiling innocently before engulfing it in his mouth, the tip of his muscle poking at your nipple. You quickly run your fingers across his scalp, slightly pulling onto his hair as he sucks onto your breast, his hand kneading the other. You arch your back, pushing more of your chest into his face as you quietly whimper, feeling the exposeness of your body, hearing your kimono being tossed across the room. The cold air hits your skin harshly, pushing yourself more into the sheets. He trailed his kisses down, licking your cunt. Your legs start quivering from the contact, your fingers twisting in his hair, tugging at it. You moan, covering your mouth with one hand to muffle out the unfamiliar sounds that were soon going to erupt from your throat.

You felt him kitty lick your clit before playing with it, with the pad of his middle finger, his tongue teasingly putting the tip in only. He makes small circles around your clit, slowly speeding up at the sound of your voice. You grip onto the sheets, wrinkling it as you arch your back, pushing more of your cunt into his mouth. He removed his finger, now feeling his nose nudging against your clit. You felt his muscle that lived inside of his mouth drive it in and out of you, kissing and slurping your wet essence. You noticed how desperate he seemed, even in that expression of his that was hiding it. His tongue twirled and swirled, getting wetter by the minute. He didn't do anything but seperate his tongue from your cunt, aware at the fact that you were gonna cum. Your voice cracked, humming in discomfort when the relishing feeling faded away. You gasped, shuddering out loud at the feeling of his fingers entering inside your core. You felt his skin run against your walls, squirming at the feeling. He licked his lips, clenching his thighs as he watched you whimper under his touch, wriggling as he curled his fingers deeper, hitting your cervix with his nails. It made you jolt, pressuring your palm against your face until the skin around your hand turned white, your lips urging to open wide to let out the sounds you wanted to make.

He starts to part his two fingers away from each other, scissoring you slowly. You let the tears in your eyes fall, unlatching your hand from your mouth before gripping onto his wrist. You warily picked your self up before sitting like the letter W. His fingers was still inside you, amused at your sudden movement. You started to slightly moved up and down, grinding onto his fingers that digged deep inside you. You watched as his pants get tighter around his hips, his erection growing by the second. He puts his other hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you down against the mattress, removing his fingers and replacing it with his tongue once again. He spoke against your sex as if he had no tongue.

"Cum on my tongue." The muscle went in and out of you, lapping all of your juices u til it was covered only by his spit. You moan loudly, you didn't even care if his followers head anymore, you just wanted this feeling he was giving you. You wanted him.

Your eyes were wide, rolling your eyes back, closing them once you felt that feeling you wanted to take out so bad, your voice cracking once you jolted at the feeling of the tip of his tongue touching your cervix. You lifted your back from the mattress, your shoulder blades poking the mattress. Your cum pooled on his tongue, swallowing it thickly before taking in more that was leaking. Douma sucked your cunt before seperating his lips from it with a soft pop, licking his lips with his head thrown back. You pant heavily, your hair strands sticking to your face. "Play with yourself."

You whine softly, weakly bringing your hand down. You rub soft circles on your puffy clit, the sensation from your last orgasm lingering. You slid your fingers between your folds, swiftly letting your finger dig inside you. You moan as you move your finger gently just how you want it, replacing the image of your finger with Douma's. You heard a belt unbuckle and some shifting, something tossed on the floor. You felt Douma's hand move under your head, his finger nails slightly scratching your scalp as he moves your head towards him, his dick coming into your view. The sight of his cock only made you excited and turned on more, biting harshly onto your bottom lip. You moved your finger out of your cunt, fingers wrapping around his cock. He hummed as you kissed his tip that was leaking with precum.

"Eager, are we?" You only wriggled your hips around, clenching your hole in the air. You felt him push your head down as a warning, feeling the tip of his cock hitting your uvula. His fingers tangled with your hair as he proceeded to push your head down and pull it back up, repeating the same process until he started to buck his hips more into your mouth. You look up at him with doe eyes, feeling his hair tickling your nose. He held you there for a moment, digging your nails onto his thighs for air. He smiled at you while you struggled, appreciating that you were still in position until he moved you up. Water escaped your eyes and started to shut them tightly, blood drawing from Douma's thighs.

He finally pulled you up, fingers twisted in your hair while you were limp, his dick laying on your warm cheek as you pant and gasp for air. He stared at your vulnerable state, reminding him of the one you showed him earlier. It made his dick twitch.

He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched you, pushing your head down once again as his tip brushed past your lips aggressively. He saw the way the hair strands that you owned stuck to your cheek, how your eyelids tiredly hanged half-lidded from the exhaustion and soreness that formed on your lips, how you jaw couldn't move anymore because how he messed it up. It only wanted him to fuck you any more, to show how much he loves to see you quiver and shake, so exposed for him. He wanted to see all of you until you bursted, inside and out. He drove your head up and down his cock, the tip of his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he cocked his head back. And again like before, he held you against his pelvis, feeling the tip of his dick reach your throat, hot liquid spurring down your throat.

"What do you think of that? How my cum leaks down your throat and down your esophagus. Doesn't it taste like paradise?"

His hand entangled itself from your hair, allowing you to seperate and cough, teary-eyed. He brought up both of his hands and cupped your cheeks, thumbs softly caressing your cheek bones as you stared at him innocently. That soft moment ended until he started to dig his nails into your skin, making dents into your flesh. You whimper as he darkly spoke, "I said," he paused, looking down at your body before flickering his colorful eyes back up to yours. "Doesn't it taste like paradise?" You nod being unable to break contact as you felt him teasingly lean close. "Use your words, love. I'd use it if I were you."

"Y-yes..." You inhaled, holding your breath in. "Master Douma." He widened his eyes at you before putting a wide smile, the light tracing his features. "I like it when you call me that. You should call me 'Master Douma' more often!" He chirped, and before you could reply, he pushed you down against the mattress while he hovered over you.

Your toes curled as you turned your head to the side, now realizing at the fact that you were exposed. Inside and out.

You felt his hand move elegantly, rubbing your leg and putting it over his shoulder, while your other leg rested on top of his thigh, right next to his hip. Something poked at your cunt, whining for more of his touch as he rubbed his tip teasingly at your cunt. His grip around his dick was soft, his tip gliding in between your folds now and then. He dragged his tip up, hitting it against your clit, making you squirm hopelessly. You tried shifting your body down so you could create more friction with his cock colliding with your cunt, but his hand moved his dick away which made you shed some of the salty tears you had building up.

"Please... Please.."

Douma stared at you blankly before adding to your sentence, "please? Please what?"

"Please..- please fuck me. Lord Douma. Be my saviour and fuck me like the follower I am." You don't know where all that came from but it made you excited when his smile grew big on his face while feeling his dick press against your heat. "You certainly know how to get me riled up, huh?" Douma licked his lips before pushing his dick far into you, arching your back until you felt the mattress touching your eyelids. Your eyes were blown out, mouth agaped while your hands clung onto his biceps. He starts thrusting inside you at a 'normal pace', at least to him. Your eyes rolled back as you whined and moaned, brows furrowed. Each hit from his hips made your voice crack, making his panting short and quick. His quiet groan was like a heat wave to your cunt, the sounds getting wetter from his thrusts, his dick connecting with your cunt.

Tears escaped from your eyes, fragments of your skin turning into a pinkish red color around your eyebrows, nose, and eyes. Your cheeks were flushed, seeing Douma's ears flushed just only made it a whole lot better for you. His thrusts became quicker, feeling his body leaning closer to yours, as if his dick was going deeper into you. You scream, his dick overpowering your wet cunt made you over the edge, hearing his followers rush to your door. You panick starting to realize how loud you must have been, you weakly try to pry off Douma, moaning softly as he slows down his pace, tightly thrusting in you. He grabs onto your wrists before putting it above your head, having his lips collide with yours to muffle more of your sweet voice.

"Y/n-san? Are you okay in there? Y/n-san?" Douma switched both of your positions before you knew it, you were on top of him and he was below you, your ass facing him along with your face facing the screen door. He starts roughly thrusting in you and you swear he went past your cervix.

"Don't be rude, my little lotus. Reply."

You gulped down thick saliva that strung in your mouth before warily replying with a hoarse voice. "I'm- I'm okay.."

You clasp your hands on your mouth from preventing any loud sounds from coming out, feeling his dick pull in and out of you faster. The sounds of your ass silently echoed through the room, watching the door slowly slide open a little. Douma quickly grabbed your arms and pulled them back, keeping his pace while he watched you strain yourself from making a sound which seemed like it was hard for you. He wrapped his arm around your torso, bringing you closer to him before licking the vein on your neck. What a snake. "Are you sure, Y/n-san?" You felt Douma bite onto your neck as a warning before replying, "yes... Yes, I'm sure." You bit onto your lip, feeling him knead your breasts. The screen closed and you exhaled loudly with relief once you heard the steps fade.

He starts to thrust again, slowly at first before picking up his pace again. You moan, needingly and subconsciously jumping on his dick while he thrusts up into you. You try to chase your high, grinding and jumping on his dick, whining to cum. "Master Douma... Please.." Douma looked at you dimly with blush slowly growing on his cheeks. He leaned in, his breath sending cold shivers to your spine, "please what?" God he was such a tease.

"Please fuck me. Please make me cum, please, please, please, pleas-"

"Please fuck you? Who will fuck you like the good slut you are?"

His enchanting yet insulting words from him tickled your stomach, making you bite your lip even more. "Please fuck me, Master Douma. Praise me like the god of paradise you are." Douma groaned, thrusting in you with inhuman speed, the colors in his cheeks matching with one of the colors in his eyes. You scream like you did before, moaning loudly. Then again, you didn't care anymore. Even if they came in, they could watch you two fuck each other all they want. You just wanted to cum so badly on his dick.

Your mind went swirling into places, the blissful feeling erupting through you again. You truly felt like paradise at this moment, him fucking you like this while you cry out.

"So fucking pathetic, yet so fucking good. Yeah, good for me."

You heard him chant 'fuck' before cumming inside you, a load of cum filling you up like filling up a cup of water. Your back was arched and your face was priceless. Your chest was going up and down, breathing heavily. You were slightly surprised he wasn't breathing as hard before you remembered he wasn't human. Typical for someone who has maximum stamina. You yelp when you felt his arms caging your torso, pulling you down against the mattress on your side. He pulled the blankets over the both of you before slowly pulling himself out. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, feeling his cold touch prickle under your heat. "I can just clean you up later, " he mumbled into your shoulder before closing his eyes, falling asleep with his arms around you. You blush, pushing yourself closer to him. His skin felt so soft. So nice and so refreshing. Those were your last thoughts before closing your eyes, falling asleep with him.

I am SO SO SO SO sorry that I did not post. 😭 I was pretty busy and when doing this kind of stuff like this, it takes awhile. But I hope you enjoyed, please leave a note and thank you! - Author

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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I know I haven't rlly been posting but I've been more busy with school lately so for now on, I'll just post weekly or so.

I love y'all sm, ty for the notes and followers<3

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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Me accidentally posting chapter 7 so I have to remake it again

BUT IT'S COMPLETELY FINE BC I KINDA REBLOGGED IT AND SAVED IT INTO MY DRAFTS. and..

DOUMA'S DUB CAME OUT!!! And lord, I was shedding my tears and screaming. They never failed to make it fit for him.

He is so fine.

Plus I have to do testing, etc so I might not be posting on time and stuff

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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Y'all ever just hate writers block sometimes? I just get what's off my mind and immediately start writing it. Plus, I have school tmmrw so it might be a little more harder to post stuff

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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To your monster, and back.

Chapter 1 <3 enjoy

Warning!slight gore(?)

He finished the last of his victim, feeling the blood leak in his mouth, moaning at the flavor. He dropped the severed limb from his clammy hands, grunting as he stood up from his spot he sat in. He scratched his head, walking away from the crimson scene, heading back to the kyogoku house to return to his sister.

Someone came by the alley and shrieked at the crime scene. Limbs teared apart, fragments of skin gone, the devil's color splattered across the floor.

Word spreaded around, people grown frightened and anxious. Some of the houses restricted people from coming in. This only made Gyutaro amused, this type of lockdown has been repeatedly happening every time he murders somebody out in the open where they can easily find. And one time, he even got someone to be aware of his existence, eating them in the end before they can cry out and shout. He only stared at his sister who was pampering with her makeup, a thin white cloth in between her lips. She looked up at him, smirking.

"Causing a ruckus again, brother? You've been doing this for the past century now and the people have been starting to worry for the past few years. When are you exactly going to stop?" He only held a smug smile and shrugged. There was a knock on the door behind the screen, and Gyutaro quickly dashed over to Daki, disappearing once his body dissolved in her. Daki cleared her throat before looking at herself in the mirror.

"You may come in."

And there you were, in a white kimono with silk fabric that shined in the light. Your hair was up, a silver crystal pin in your hair. You had your hands holding each other with delicacy, your soft gaze fixing up upon the oiran. "Speak," her voice was firm and laced with venom, a cold shiver running down your back as you saw her green yellowish eyes glare at you. You quickly bow before speaking up once again, "Omitsu wishes to see you and for you to meet special customers. It's rather urgent and she would like you to meet them. Our house would earn popularity at that if the word spreaded around." She only hummed in response, setting her stuff down, putting things that were back in place. You stood up, waiting awkwardly. You expected her to stand up and walk out of her room but she didn't and you didn't want to make her get up and get her downstairs, so you just waited patiently. She stopped, staring at herself in the mirror before flickering her menacing eyes at you. "What do you want? Speak or leave." You opened your mouth to speak, rushing to speak. You stammered, fingers twitching. "I thought-.. I thought you were just gonna- get up and.. You know.. Meet the customers.. I'm- I'm just waiting for you," your mood was slightly brought down at your stuttering response until you saw her standing up gracefully, twisting her neck at you. Her eyes boring into your irises. "This better be worth it."

Gyutaro couldn't speak for himself, not for his sister, not for anyone. He couldn't explain how beautiful you were. A small part of him wanted to say he found you more beautiful than he did to his sister but he couldn't say that. Not to his sister's face. He found every part of you beautiful, Daki's eyes softening on you and she didn't know why. Her eye twitched before furrowing her brows. She dug her nails into her skin, seeing Gyutaro react to the human before her.

And you, unsure of what's going on, thought she was getting angry at you. You bowed go her in fear before walking away without a word, making Gyutaro feel empty. Daki waited until you reached downstairs, annoyed at her brother. "What was that, brother?! That was just a mere existence of a human being."

She controlled her volume, her voice steady and laced with an attitude. Gyutaro only mentally rolled his eyes, Daki yelping as she felt her body move on her own. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back but couldn't. She didn't want to mess up her kimono either. Her strength was no match for his.

"Big.. Brother!!" She quietly whispered, her voice strained. She was stiff, already at the top of the stairs. She walked down the stairs against her will, meeting the lady of the house with rich handsome customers. She glanced at you who was standing there, staying quiet like the obedient girl you are. This only made Gyutaro smirk, resulting in making Daki smirk.

Was something wrong with you? Funny about you?? You didn't get it. You didn't get how and why the oiran was grinning at you or even looking at you, it made you blush in embarrassment. You watched as she talked to the customers, guiding them upstairs, glancing at you one more time before disappearing. Huh.

Why were you gaining attention from the oiran?

Isn't long but it seems nice, I worked on this at 1am so please be patient on the douma fanfic. I'm still working on it, it's my first smut I'll probably ever do - Author

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Me unsure if I should be working on the gyutaro fanfic or the douma

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His Little Lotus(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 6 <3

You hummed, sweeping the wooden floors that Douma owned, thinking nothing other then a break. And after you were done, you were heading to your room, nodding your head at a few people who greeted your way. You stroll quietly in the halls, your eyelids getting heavy. Being quiet sometimes takes a toll on you to its side effects, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you were seeing a light golden color silhouette with a pair of ethereal eyes.

You continued looking down to the ground, ignoring your founder's existence. You passed him, hearing his footsteps stop once you crossed him. You didn't stop walking though, you needed to spend your energy on preparing for bed then to spend more of your energy on this man.

"Y/n.."

Your footsteps slowly faltered, you realizing you no longer here the sounds of your feet. You stood still, not knowing why you stopped. But something in you was trying to move back, to pull you back.

You mentally shook your head and heard him continue. "About that night.."

"I'm sorry for just leaving you like that." You turned your head to the side, side-eyeing him, seeing his never ending smile he never wipes off. It only pissed you off even more the second you kept seeing it. "I didn't need your apology. I don't need your pity either."

You made a clicking sound with your tongue before turning your head again, starting to walk where you had been interrupted, heading to the place you needed to rest in. Douma only sighed, scratching the back of his head, nails running over his scalp oh so delicately. In all honesty, he didn't think anything about how you felt until now, and he also didn't care. But knowing how humans are with their emotions, who is he to just leave someone like that. You too are one of his followers after all but his friend.

Teeth nibbled at your skin, a slithery tongue wetting your skin, shooting electricity down to your core. It was quickly ruined at the sound of screams, slashes and skin ripping apart. You blinked, watching the colors of the rainbow that only fill your vision. Everything else was just gray, the only pair of eyes you see was Douma's. The graceful, never sad Founder to your rescue. He scooped you up in his arms, and before you even realized it, blood was trailed down from his lips to his chin. You didn't even get to utter a word after you felt something piercing at your skin.

Tears prickled at your eyes, head feeling fuzzy, unaware what's happening. You groan from pain, feeling sharp teeth stab into the spot that was nibbled, hands roaming your body gently, feeling violent bites connect with your skin.

You felt as if your consciousness was slipping in and out, praying that it all wasn't real. You had your eyes rolled back, your half-lidded eyes nearly going down. Warm and hot liquid trailed onto your skin, your body engulfing the warm wetness. You suddenly was dropped into the unknown liquid, drowning into the metallic taste. You struggle to breathe, desperately reaching at the air for what you needed in your lungs. You didn't have the energy to form tears, nor did you have the time to. You were part icking until you were pulled up, drenched in what seemed to be blood. You were held by someone muscular, a hands under your thighs while you clung onto the person helplessly. You opened your eyes and tried to cow away, in the arms of the monster. Douma. The monster. The man eater. The womanizer. The never ending paradise.

You saw his rainbow eyes again, kanji graved onto his irises. His fangs flexed as he smiled directly at you, licking the blood that was down his lips. You were agaped at his appearance until you saw him lean close to your face and connect lips with yours. You felt the metallic come to your taste buds, twitching your eye at this. Douma held your body gently, hands mushing your thighs.

You only squirmed, pushing and hitting his chest until he seperated from you.

"How cute is that? My little lotus."

You felt him bite onto your neck, screaming at the top of your lungs in agony. Tears rolled down, your eyes blown out, it was like you couldn't even feel your body anymore.

He stared at at you devilishly before reaching to take another bite-

You sat up as you awoke, hand gracing over your neck and body. You breathed heavily, your hyperventilation going down. You didn't realize who was beside you until you heard them speak, making you jump.

Mei's fingers closed in onto her palms again before releasing them once again, laying her hand on your shoulder. "I.. I'm wonder if you're okay. We heard a small scream and when we came to check, you were sweaty and you looked scared. We were all worried about you."

And much to your embarrassment, you only looked away, not even seeking your gratitude.

Before you could even speak to Mei, you saw at the corner of your eye a red, golden-like filling in part of your vision. You clenched onto your sheet and scooted against the bed frame more. It didn't become unnoticed, Me I reached her hand out to you, opening her mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted by a usual chirpy loud one. That was replaced at a worried tone.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Douma walked closer to your bed, sitting by your ankles. His hand latched onto your calve, tilting his head. He smells. Fear.

"Are you okay, darling?" Your head itched at the name, lips twitching. You felt him rub your leg soothingly, before replying in a firm voice, "I'm fine." Douma hummed before sending Mei off to go back to doing her business before she even saw you. You both stood in silence, his hand still on your leg. You felt him shift but you didn't look, you just couldn't.

His hand was not on your leg anymore, but beside your hips, imprinting the sheets. His other hand did the same, not only that, he was on you. Cradling you. Straddling you. Staring at you.

"Say Y/n... You aren't.. Afraid of me, are you?"

You slowly turned at him and your breath hitched. Kanji engraved onto his eyes, his pale complexion sparkling ever than before in your eyes, fangs flashing your way with his wide smile. It was like a demon standing before you, your bottom lip quivered as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"Yes... Yes I am."

You stared at him for a few moments before gathering your courage to speak up. "What are you?"

"Oh my sweet, sweet little Lotus. I'm a man-eating demon." You only pressed your back against the bed frame, hearing it creak as you breathed heavily in and out your lungs. You felt his knuckles softly move across your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "There's nothing to be afraid of. After all, I'm your friend after all," he smiled expectantly at you as you nod quickly in response. It only made him laugh, his annoying chortle echoeing in your ears.

You squeezed your hands together, fingers fiddling. You looked to the side to avoid Douma's gaze, your wavered frown quivered.

Douma's smile faltered as pink hues his cheeks. What is this?

Thump.

Is this really happening?

Thump thump.

Is this love?

After a moment of silence, Douma starts laughing, a record melody ringing in your ears once again. "You really are cute, you know that?! Is this what you call love?"

You only stared at him in shock, watching the color grow on his cheeks. He cupped yours, getting close to your face. "Hey, hey. Wanna go to hell with me?" He smiled widely at you, as if pure happiness was in his eyes. You only grimaced pulling your face away. You can't. Not to a demon like him. He only had his smile falter before cupping your cheeks again, forcefully making you face him, gently. "You do love me, do you?"

Your head says no but your heart feels drawn to him. No matter how many times you refuse, you accept him like you did the times before. You only looked down at his stomach, unsure of what you should say. He only leaned closer, forehead close to yours. "I'll make you love me either way, you do know that. Right?"

His face was darkened with shadows, his smile still there but small. His eyes were closed, his lashes two inches away from yours. "I think I might've just fallen for you."

He closed the gap, the gap you wanted to close since the moment your bodies were once against each other. A piece of Douma felt fulfilled, his lips moving against yours gracefully with a smile growing into it. You couldn't control how your lips moved along with his, how you allowed his tongue to connect with yours, how you felt nice after he moved his hands down to caress your waist. Shame engulfed your gut, but your body still continued to cling onto him every second both lips became more intimate. You whimpered when he seperated, the sound making his erection grow. He smiled, running his nails through your hair, watching as you stared up at him in a daze with saliva drying on your chin. He gripped your thighs and hoisted them up on top of his, your hands laying against the mattress for support. He kissed you again, feeling something coil in between your legs.

It was going to be a long night.

So uhh, what do y'all think? -Author

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